Chapter 10. Party Of Truths Part 1
Third Person's POV
It is another cloudless night in Shreveport and Fangtasia has it's traditional building length cue of eager customers, both human and vampire a like. In this cue tonight though there are two vampires of a different breed, the Cold Ones, the rest of the 'exposed' vampires know that the Cold Ones are here. But don't dare to say anything to each other. They have their orders, no mentioning the Cold Ones with so many humans within ear shot, they can't risk it. Especially with the little mind reading waitress around, she in particular must be kept in the dark for none of the vampires here actually trust her.
Rosalie Hale huffs in anger at the sound of her cell phone ringing yet again. Emmett Cullen, her husband and mate, groans himself as this is now the tenth call in five minutes.
"Please Rosie, answer the phone, I know their a pain in the ass but for the sake of our fucking hearing answer it. I promise you I will shove their phones either up their asses or down their throats when we get home, but if you don't answer they'll just keep calling," Emmett all but begs his wife, she looks at him angrily.
"But I did, the first time they called I answered, and what did I get for it? Cryptic fucking bullshit, that's what I got. Pain in ass fairy sized bitch has too much time on her hands lately," Rosalie spat out, her anger growing. Digging her phone out of her small clutch, Rosalie answers in a less than pleasant manner.
"What the fuck do you want?" She spat, eyes are blazing at the never ending calling.
"Where are you?" Alice's voice replied, panic in her voice. Emmett and Rosalie look at each other as if to say 'is she fucking kidding?'
"Alice, you're the one that told us to search Louisiana so that's what we're doing," Rosalie snapped back, she was getting tired of this. But she couldn't complain, she and Emmett had been ordered by the Volturi to help their pussy of a brother clean up after himself.
"I can't see either of you, Rosalie. You need to leave. Now!" Alice's voice was pretty much giving way to hysteria now. As Emmett and Rosalie look at each other, the local vampires on Shreveport are exchanging confused and worried looks of their own.
Rosalie and Emmett can't help but smirk at the knowledge that they actually have privacy for once, it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
"Well, Alice, as you can undoubtedly tell, we are both perfectly OK. Now, if you don't mind I would like to enjoy my night," Rosalie said, her voice dripping with joy.
"NO! You do as I say and GET AWAY from there, NOW!" Alice shrieked out, Emmett closed his eyes, nobody ordered his mate to do anything, well except for him of course. As predicted, Rosalie's eyes became slits.
"You listen and you listen good you crazy pixie sized bitch. Don't ever tell me what to do again, if you do I will fuck you up," Rosalie hissed out in barely controlled rage, with that she snaps her phone shut and shoves it back into her clutch bag ans snapping it shut.
"God, I can't believe her. Part of me is praying we don't find Bella," Rosalie spat out.
"Rosalie!" Emmett said sharply.
"What? Look, I don't want her to die but if we don't find her then at least one of us is safe from their controlling, meddling asses," Rosalie replied to her mate's sharp remark.
Emmett couldn't help but nod in agreement. He had to admit that Alice has become more overbearing than normal lately. Then again, Alice's idea of 'normal behaviour' was far different from the rest of the world's . Emmett has become more and more convinced over the years that Alice's human mother got high on sugar and coffee while she was pregnant with the pixie energy stick.
Sadly though neither of them, least of all Bella, had a choice anymore in what is to transpire. Then again, Bella wasn't exactly given much choice about anything when she was with them back in Forks, Alice and Edward both made sure to strip her of her free will before literally disappearing into the night. After another 45 minutes worth of cueing, and a threatening look from the bouncer later, Emmett and Rosalie found themselves inside club Fangtasia. The interior had they jaws hitting the floor, the 'day-walking' vampires had heard rumours that the vampires that have exposed themselves to the world were known for following the traditional views of vampirism. But they didn't think it would be so literal.
"There's so much...black!" Rosalie said to Emmett in disbelief.
"There's so much...flesh!" Emmett whimpered as though he was in pain, Rosalie's head snapped round to glare at her mate.
"Excuse me!" She snarled to her husband, Emmett looked at Rosalie and quickly raised his hands in surrender.
"Sorry Rosie, it's just...damn I want you so bad right now." Emmett whimpered, hoping that this would appease his mate
Rosalie merely huffs at her mate's explanation and continues searching the crowd, she did have to admit to herself that there was a lot of sexually charged energy running through the club. So it was a good thing that Jasper wasn't here otherwise this club would have turned into the biggest orgy on record.
The crowd comes to a standstill when a blonde haired 'traditional' vampire gets to his feet.
"Vampires and humans I learned this evening that today holds importance for one of our fellow vampires. Our newest bar tender, as of tonight, has been a vampire for ten years and take my word for it when I tell you it took some convincing to get her to agree to this," A round of laughter meets the vampire's words. "She agreed to having a celebration for this day on one condition and the condition is this." The crowd seem to wait with baited breath.
"Cake for the humans!" The vampire said with a laugh, while the humans cheered at the idea of being given free cake the vampires laughed. Emmett on the other hand looked pained.
"That's the sort of thing Bells would do." He whispered mournfully to his mate, Rosalie took Emmett's hand and squeezed it tightly.
"I know Emmett." Rosalie replied softly.
Emmett and Rosalie watch the crowd part as a rather large cake appears with ten lit candles scattered all around it. The vampire, whom is of obvious importance here, walks away from his throne and to the bar offering out a hand. A delicate feminine hand takes his and the blonde haired vampire begins to walk the length of the bar, the female hand still being held delicately in his own.
"Sheriff Northman has changed since those two got together," a human female whispered to her friend.
"I'm so jealous." The second female whispered back.
Emmett and Rosalie ignored the brief conversation that had occurred behind them. Instead they focused on the scene that was unfolding before them, it wasn't long until the female appeared in their line of sight. Both Rosalie and Emmett had to force themselves to remain quiet at the shocking sight before them.
Isabella Swan, she was here in Shreveport. She is also a 'traditional' vampire. The Cullens now had even bigger problems.
It wasn't until she blew out the candles on her cake that Isabella realised two members of the Cullen clan were here. Her formerly relaxed and happy posture turning to one of rigid anger was not lost on anyone. Not even the humans.
Eric follows Isabella's gaze, his eyes finding Rosalie and Emmett. It doesn't take long for him to realise who they are, along with the significance to Isabella. This was not what he had in mind for her party.
Three weeks ago...
Five minutes after the sun set Eric awakens from his slumber, his relief indescribable at the sight of Isabella still laying beside him as peaceful as she was when dawn came that day. His arm is still around her waist and as if his vampire body had turned back into a human one, Eric is shocked to find that he is rock hard. Not that he as complaining per say, just that it's been a good 1000 years since he's woken up like this.
Eric continues to stare at Isabella's sleeping form as he feels completely at peace, this too has not happened for him much during the last 1000 years. Even back when he was still human, Eric can barely remember a time when he felt so peaceful. Out of no where Eric had a series of images appearing in his head; introducing Isabella to his parents and her being welcomed with open arms. Isabella standing in front of him, dressed up as a Viking bride would be dressed, their parents watching as they make their vows to each other.
This last one in particular has Eric freeze in his place. What would cause him to have such thoughts, he wonders to himself.
"Min käraste gosse, när du hittar din själsfrände det skall uppenbaras för dig i ett ögonblick av sann fred." His mother's words suddenly came to the forefront of Eric's mind.
"My moment of true peace...Isabella. My soul mate?" Eric whispers to himself, not daring to believe his mother's words held truth for him after all. Could they? When he has spent all this time having the opposite proven right, and not had a moments peace.
A soft purr like sound comes from the creature beside him and Eric realises that yes. His mother's faith for him to find a woman that would win his heart has finally happened. Eric had to suppress the chuckle that was threatening to break free from his lips.
'Figures, no sign of such a creature when I was human. I kill millions over the course of a 1000 years and now rewarded with the other half of my soul. That is, if she allows herself to feel the same way.'Eric thinks to himself.
Isabella finally awakens as Eric continues his silent contemplations.
"Eric? Everything alright?" Isabella asked softly.
The sound of her voice brings Eric out of his thoughts, he looks at her and smiles softly.
"Yes. It is too early in the night for any trouble to occur." Eric replied.
A rapid knock on the door however soon destroys the moments peace between the two of them.
"Master, forgive me but you had best come here. Mr. Compton is being rather...difficult." Pam's voice came from behind the closed door.
A dark look comes to Isabella's face as she starts to growl in annoyance.
"When is that brainless fucker gonna learn?" She snarled out.
Eric had to confess that he too was starting to get rather irritated with one Bill Compton.
"You better get up there, otherwise I'll be dealing with him." Isabella growled out.
'Wow. She really hates Compton, she has to be my soul mate.' Eric thought to himself.
Sighing to himself Eric throws the duvet off of his body and heads off to get ready. They were opening within the hour so this had to be dealt with quickly. Especially if he wanted to call Godric and ask for advice about Isabella.
It wasn't long before Eric entered his office to find Compton, Sookie, Pam and Chow in there. Compton looking angry, which wasn't really that much of a surprise.
"What is going on in here?" Eric barked out, he wasn't in the mood for this.
Sookie turns to look at Eric with anger on her own face.
"I don't see why you have to talk to Bill about this Eric. I agreed to watch Jessica so therefore..." Sookie is cut off by Isabella.
"Jessica is not your child Stackhouse, she is Compton's and therefore his responsibility. Damn it, I thought we covered this shit last night?" Isabella said.
Eric smirked at her words, but was also cautious as he wasn't sure how long it would take until Isabella reached her limits with both Compton and Miss. Stackhouse. Speaking of Sookie gets to her feet, her face getting red with anger.
"Look-" Sookie started but was cut off by the very cold tone in Isabella's voice.
"Sit. Down." She snapped.
Sookie doesn't hesitate to do as ordered. Sensing that this could get bad fast, Eric turns to Isabella and gently takes hold of her upper arms.
"Isabella, could you and Pam make sure everything is ready for tonight please." Eric asked her softly, his gut telling him that any kind of order thrown at her was not going to be well received.
"Sure." Isabella replied.
Nobody spoke until they were sure Pam and Isabella were both downstairs. A few seconds pass before the sound of music could be heard.
"Now then," Eric addressed both Bill and Sookie. "Compton, this is yet another serious violation of our laws. One that resulted in the immediate danger of several humans, including your bonded. Normally this situation also would be handed over to the Tribunal-" Eric is cut off by Bill.
"WHAT! You can't do that!" Bill shrieked in anger, however one very cold and calculating look from Eric silences him.
"I can and will do what I feel is best for this area Mr. Compton. Once again your actions have the ability to cause serious problems for our kind, but for the sake of dealing with this quickly and quietly I shall be the one to deal with this." Eric said in a deadly tone.
Sookie felt her heart racing at just how deadly Eric's voice had gotten. Bill had the sense to surrender to whatever punishment that was to come his way.
"Very well Sheriff. What is your will?" Bill asked.
'My will? My will is have Isabella underneath me naked as the day she was born and screaming my name in pleasure. Oh well.'
"That will be determined in time, for now. You can start by getting out of my sight before anymore problems arise from your hand." Eric ordered.
While Sookie gets up and leaves the office, Bill stays for a moment longer and gives Eric a hard look.
"You know, I can't help but wonder if you're going to use this as an excuse to finally be rid of me so you can have Sookie to yourself." Bill informed him.
A growl begins to make itself known at this point as Eric's eyes narrow into slits.
"Get out and don't come back until I send for you." Eric replied.
Bill left with a smug look on his face. Closing his eyes Eric forces himself to calm down before he destroyed his own office.
'How dare Compton accuse me of such a thing. OK, maybe that would have been true once but that was before I met Isabella. I couldn't give a shit about little Miss. Stackhouse now.' Eric thought his blood boiling with anger.
When Eric opens his eyes its to find Isabella standing in the doorway, a fiery look on her face. This time her fiery temper is aimed at him, of course she had heard what Compton had said. She is a vampire after all.
"Club's ready to go Sheriff." Isabella told him coldly before taking her leave to go back downstairs.
"Isa-" Eric huffed in anger at the predicament that Compton has now gone and landed him in.
Eric looks at Chow, whose only answer is to shrug his shoulders as if to say 'don't look at me pal'.
"Fuck!" Eric barks out before hitting his head on the filing cabinet.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews and for reading. Now only doing minor editing as I have very little free time thanks to my job. Hoping to post the rest of the chapters that are already written by Tuesday at the latest.
Translation: -
Swedish: - Min käraste gosse, när du hittar din själsfrände det skall uppenbaras för dig i ett ögonblick av sann fred
English: - My dearest boy, when you find your soul mate it shall be revealed to you at a moment of true peace
Here's hoping that the translator I used online has given me the correct translation.